Senegal a small war-steamer and some marines, to assist
in punishing those banditti and retaking the vessel.
An expedition, of two British and the French vessel,
was formed against the island in the mouth of the river
which the pirates inhabited. One of the British vessels,
the Teazer, and the Ruby (the Frenchman) having gone
up the creek where the island is situated, anchored off
the place where they were to land. The Centaur, being
too large to come up so far, sent up her boats, twelve in
number, while she remained about three miles down.
Captain Buckle, of the Centaur, and Lieutenant Selwyn,
commander of the Teazer, then went in advance of the
other boats near the shore, intending to demand the
restitution of the vessel together with the men who
murdered the crew; when he was fired at. The ball
took effect on Mr. Young, midshipman of the Centaur,
dangerously wounding him in the breast. The Teazer
and Ruby, together with the boats that had cannon,
then opened a furious cannonade, which lasted nearly
half-an-hour. The natives stood it without answering
a shot. They then attempted to land from the boats:
however, the first that came near the bush, which
they had to pass through, received a volley which
took great effect, killing Lieutenant Crocket,
commanding the marines, and dangerously wounding eight
others, sailors and marines. They then withdrew, and
our men landed without further opposition; and after
beating about for some time, returned to their vessels.
The next day the party went ten miles up the creek, and
recovered the vessel without opposition or seeing a man.

NARRATIVE OF LITERATURE AND ART.

THE death of Francis Jeffrey has come with a certain strange surprise as well as general sorrow. No man
had more successfully and thoroughly completed what may be called the appointed business of his life;
but the public as well as private manifestations of his intellect were still so active and unwearied, and
his sensibilities and enjoyments, to the last, were so young, that it was difficult to connect the idea of old
age with him. He will be remembered with the Edinburgh Review. A most successful lawyer, and a bold
as well as prosperous politician, his fame will nevertheless chiefly rest on his connection with that remarkable periodical. Some six or eight young men, living in Edinburgh at the beginning of the century, were its
founders; of whom, the eldest, Sydney Smith, was thirty-four years old, and the youngest, Lord Brougham,
was twenty-three. They were all busily engaged in other pursuits at the time; and what they called the
"subordinate occupation" of literature, they perhaps thought, in their several conceits, to have been a little
too subordinate. Certain it is, that they began very savagely. They hung out the black flag even in their
motto; proclaiming writers to be a sort of criminals, whose lapse into literature would bring them justly
to the dock, and promising that unmitigable judgments should there await them. This was hard,
and was rather uncompromisingly carried out. For though a judge may be criminal who acquits the
man of guilt, it is nevertheless safer to do this in a dozen cases than to condemn the innocent in one.
But whatever was thus harsh or indiscreet has long ago passed away, and left nothing but an
invigorating influence and a thoroughly good example. Nothing could be more touching or wise than Jeffrey's
silent repudiation of the bitterness of his youth in the articles he republished a few years ago.
All desire had died within him, then, but that of connecting with his name, in the regard of such as
might take interest in his writings hereafter, only those papers which he hoped might have a
tendency to make men happier and better. The Devil in the Revelations is described as having great wrath
"because he knoweth he hath but a short time." Anger is fleeting, as faults are; but beauty and admiration
endure. To measure the depth of a critic's perception by what he praises, therefore, rather than by what
he blames, will be always the safest course; and we may assume that to discover the minutest faults more
easily than the greatest beauties proves nothing but that "the intellectual as well as the actual vision is subject
to a kind of ophthalmia. Jeffrey's last act in literature substantially admitted this truth.

The publications of the month have been chiefly
translations, continuations, and new editions. Of the
last, the most valuable as well as interesting is the
commencement of a new edition of Evelyn's Diary and
Correspondence in a form which was greatly to be
desired. Of translations three may be mentioned.

We have had a vivid English version of an Hungarian
novel, called The Village Notary, by the Baron Eötvos.
which has an interest even beyond its graphic scenes
and characteristic portraiture, in its clever representation
of the actual working of the local and self-governing
institutions of Hungary, with all their abuses, as well
as their points of merit. Guizot's treatise. On the
Causes of the Success of the English Revolution,
1640-1688, has had the advantage of incomparable
translation by Mrs. Austin, and is a thoughtful glance
over a momentous half century of our English annals
by a writer of keen and calm historical insight.
It must be confessed, however, that its contribution
to the philosophy either of politics or history is not
great. For such a man as Guizot, relatively to the
greatness of the subject, it is little more than a
schoolboy theme. The Memoirs of Cardinal Pacca,
which have been translated very cleverly by Sir George
Head, derive their principal interest from the fact of
the writer having been secretary of state to Pius the
Seventh, when the latter was seized by Napoleon. The
mishaps of Pio Nono have, to a certain small extent,
renewed the interest of that passage of history; and
will probably obtain a more respectable audience for
the good cardinal's narrative, than its somewhat dull
self-importance might otherwise have claimed.

Mr. Carlyle has commenced, under the title of Latter
Day Pamphlets, a series of monthly lucubrations on
Condition-of-England questions, and matters affecting
the universe generally, which seem likely to attract no
small attention and discussion. Miss Martineau has
brought her Continuation of the Pictorial History to a
close. Another very interesting volume of Southey's
Life and Correspondence has been issued; and our
month's summary of publications will be sufficiently
complete when mention has been made of two somewhat
clever books of travel. The first is, Baxter's Impressions
of Southern and Central Europe, which are
somewhat bitter impressions, not at all likely to be palatable
to people who don't like ugly things called by ugly
names. The second is a denunciation of Turkey and
its Destiny, in two bulky volumes, by Mr. Mac Farlane,
whose hero is the Emperor of Russia, and who writes
this enormous party pamphlet to prove that the poor
grand old empire of the east is at last arrived at its
"dying agonies."

Several new dramatic pieces have been produced
during this month. The principal were—Retribution, a
romantic play by Mr. George Bennett, at Sadler's
Wells; The Noble Heart, a tragic play in three acts by
Mr. M. G. Lewes, at the Olympic; and Old Love and
New Fortune, a five-act play in blank verse, by Mr.
H. F. Chorley, at the Surrey.